TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND GORE

Lydmila despised him. He was bred to be another of her slaves, but he was soft hearted. Kind even. So unlike the rest of his siblings who were born thirsting for blood. Of course, Lydmila wouldn't care if he died, that was mostly the point of her experiments but that was exactly the problem. He wouldn't die. When her beatings proved ineffective she dropped him into the Wyrmwound just as she did his mother. The small hatchling barely clawed his way out, shrieking as the pestilence assaulted his body. But unlike his mother, whom decomposed into bones two days later, he remained unharmed. Perhaps his mother's experience made him immune?

In a fit of rage, Lydmila tore his brother limb from limb before him and force fed him the remains. Piece by piece, organ by organ. The event left his rosy scales forever bloodstained and mind beyond repair. The delicate membrane of his wings were shredded by her claws, leaving mangled bones and sinew. She threw him out of the clan, disgusted by his weakness, figuring he would die of starvation. At this point he was a teenager, barely a week old. He never made it out of The Scarred Wasteland, collapsing in a pitiful heap after dragging himself hardly a mile from his birthlair of horrors.

Upon awakening he found a very familiar face looking down at him. Much like himself and those of his previous clan, she was a blood-spattered cadaver-like Ridgeback. Yet instead of devouring him as he expected, she merely tilted her head inquiringly and beckoned him to follow. Thus he did, having nowhere else to go.

She brought him to a budding lair in the Abiding Boneyard and gestured for him to meet a stern-looking Spiral. The Spiral introduced herself as Dawn, leader of the clan. She didn't inquire about his past, only offering him a place to stay and a family. Of course, he accepted, after all, where else could he go? Carnage, as he'd learned her name was from Dawn, showed him where he was to live and left him to his own devices without a second glance.

He became fast friends with YakamotoFabuloso who insisted that he be adorned with pink and purple ribbons to match his adorable personality. The clan's master engineer, Branwen, (after much haughty boasting) constructed metal wings to allow him flight once more. Despite everything he's been through, he still wants to be friends with everyone. Though sometimes he'll stare blankly forward not acknowledging anybody for hours, sometimes days, remembering his dark past and the insanity that threatens to consume him everyday. The clan knows he's unstable, for all his kindness and innocent actions, they know he's liable to snap any day.

The only thing that keeps him sane, ridiculous as it may seem, is Carnage. He's head over heels for her. She may be an animated corpse but he doesn't care. She's the first to have shown him any kindness in the cruel world he was born into. She doesn't express any emotion, being undead and all, but she tolerates his presence and accepts him as her prime consort.

With the beginning of his new life he was given a name, one he would keep until the end of his days. DokiDoki-Chan. Yakamoto, obviously, had the honour of choosing his name. It reflects him well ,as strange as it is, he loves cuddling up to clan members and helping Persephone tend to her flowers. He loves his pet chinchilla and will fight any dragon who tries to eat him.

Nobody in the clan has ever seen him eat before. He never takes his share of seafood or anything else from the stores. He usually goes out to get food, perhaps he prefers fresh fish? Strangely enough whenever he returns the bloodstains on his scales seems brighter... fresher. Sometimes hatchlings disappear after his outings...curious...is that blood on his snout?

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